the choices that we make are most constrained
by all the history we do not know
the pain of truth and life that is not slow
but constant motion towards what was gained
by long ancestral struggle we attained
some measure of the fair but the true flow
of justice and of freedom will not grow
just from our acts much else must be ordained
no victory is final that we learn
from childhood on and every hill we reach
turns out to be just one below the peak
so we clomp upwards while the seasons burn
still wondering just what it is we teach
and what exactly is the prize we seek
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